"NON-ESSENTIAL" - A Musician's View

A young man, young enough to be my son, 
who lives in the Governor’s mansion, 
a man I believed in, 
at one time… 

has deemed me “non-essential,” 
my service to society 
dispensable, 
irrelevant. 

His edict came down from on high 
and my livelihood was gone 
overnight. 

With a stroke of his powerful pen, 
my security, my future 
discarded. 

He picked and he chose, 
eeny meeny miny mo, 
some to thrive, 
and some to go 
broke.

-Susan Winsberg, Flutist

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